The memories of a dreamlike world of morning mist are revealed to the world as it crumbles on the crumbling sands. The history of an ancient, mysterious world of empty dreams is revealed to the sun as it sinks into the city.
Is it an illusion or a castle in the sand? Until dawn, this dream, this butterfly dream
The dream is different, the illusory crimson mansion is revealed on the bloodless stone of the world, the fairy tale of the ancient, beautiful capital is revealed in the white daylight of the fading city.
I'm swept away by the currents of everyday life, I'm trapped by resignation, and my attachments that I can't let go of are taking away my freedom.
When I recall the days of old, I remember the dreams of a child, the windmill, how many years have passed since then?
In a dream, a flickering will-o'-the-wisp appears in a cavern of earth. The world is on a dead-end road. In a dream, the elegance of an ancient demon messenger appears. In the white day, the city is distorted.
Is it an illusion or a castle in the sand? Until dawn, this dream, this butterfly dream
The memories of a dreamlike world of morning mist are revealed to the world as it crumbles on the crumbling sands. The history of an ancient, mysterious world of empty dreams is revealed to the sun as it sinks into the city.
I'm swept away by the currents of everyday life, I'm trapped by resignation, and my attachments that I can't let go of are taking away my freedom.
When I recall the days of old, I remember the dreams of a child, the windmill, how many years have passed since then?
In a dream, a flickering will-o'-the-wisp appears in a cavern of earth. The world is on a dead-end road. In a dream, the elegance of an ancient demon messenger appears. In the white day, the city is distorted.
Is it an illusion or a castle in the sand? Until dawn, this dream, this butterfly dream
The memories of a dreamlike world of morning mist are revealed to the world as it crumbles on the crumbling sands. The history of an ancient, mysterious world of empty dreams is revealed to the sun as it sinks into the city.
Beautiful dreams, lovely dreams. A dream in full bloom brings me to tears. In this world where foolish tricks, shameful tricks, and cunning tricks are rampant, I can only embrace limitless dreams, endless dreams.
Crossing the border that separates here and there